Against The Grain lyrics

by

Pharoahe Monch


[Intro]
"Watch out for your friends"
Ayo, ayo, you you you got that thing for me, huh?
You thought I was layin it? No no I ain't layin' it, I'm takin' it
You don't understand? You confused?
How 'bout if I stuck your f*ckin' head through that window
That would unconfuse you right?
Thought I was layin' it, give me the f*ckin' money, come on

[Verse 1]
I'm blamin' lame ass rappers frontin' for fame and
I should open up a casino for all the games you playin'
I'm sayin', everyday in a different namin'
Plus they homos now, big black n*ggas flamin'
We stressin', that you don't be stressin' us
And if you GS and GS then don't be B-S'n us
Just be B-S'n logically, not like that we be guessin'
Because the truth need no modesty
Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whatever
What it is is what it is, we can party together
You know how the game goes whenever your name grows
But still love is love, f*ckin' the same hoes
Against the grain goes the souped-up rapper, he spittin' venom
So now we gotta get with him
And do the ten thing, frightenin', while his men cling
Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginseng
It all ends with all of his mens hit
And now our future friendship, strictly forensic
But that's the life we livin', drivin', that's how we driven
Strivin', you must be robbin', 'cause I ain't givin', shoot ya guns
[Chorus]
"Now when we bless this, with precise sh*t
That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit
Now when we bless this......."
"Watch out..."

[Verse 2]
I see ya overly concernin', ya insides burnin'
Mad at the fact Sauce is earnin', with more n*ggas than Mark Fuhrman
Ya never learnin', never been so determined
Not to be concerned with ya sermon, wheels of fortune still turnin'
Still street caviar remains untouched
For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe
Screamin' what's the croc's fiendin', dough we rake off
While you hailin' for cabs we, taxi for take-off
Fake crews and units is dubbin'
Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin'
For the description given, chapstick flappin'
Pistol-whippin' n*gga rappin', sell arms to keep 'em clappin'
Gungho chicks squeeze for me, crazy G's for me
To see cheese come easily for me
In the same arenas, ain't gotta state his name, you seen us
Few bundles of dope never came between us
Sippin' on Bay Breeze's, now we higher than Venus
Comparin' thumbs, tryin' to see who's the greenest
High strung, no relief pitcher off my tongue
Ace of the staff, Sauce back-to-back Cy Young
[Chorus]
"Now when we bless this, with precise sh*t
That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit
Now when we bless this......."
"Now when we bless this, with precise sh*t
That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit
Now when we bless this......."
"Now when we bless this, with precise sh*t
That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit
Now when we bless this......."
"Now when we bless this, with precise sh*t
That we suffice with, we keep your mental lit
Now when we bless this......."

[Verse 3]
In the club lit, listen to all my n*ggas hit
b*tches love me for this disrespectful sh*t
f*ck 'em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, clear
Money the only thing that counts here
By any means like Malcolm
X marks the spot, you know the outcome
Income, never outdone
Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar
Other crews muerto, can't f*ck with this concerto
Too facetious, so I drop new releases 'til your crew deceases
Screw your pieces, f*ck your thesis
f*ck your speeches and f*ck your beef
'Cause when my crew aim, do more than brush your teeth
It'll split your sh*t, when it hit your sh*t
If you don't want your sh*t hit, don't forget your sh*t
We don't spar, we aimin' all n*ggas to Allah
When it's spent and to the Nazarene if ya 85 Percent
Do what I gotta, straight shot of Jack
Amaretto colada for my b*tch in the back
Never bluffin', never rap for nothin'
Rap flow, dough lovin', sincerely yours, Sauce motherf*ckin'
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